Classroom Of The Elite Read Novels & Stories

Celestin was walking in the hallway when she passed by the Elites. And by Elites, it means her so-called friends. They're only seven in that class because it is specifically for the chosen ones only. Other classes are named Class A, B, C, so on, and so forth. They also saw her and expected her to halt and apologize but, instead of stopping, she deliberately ignored them without even sparing a glance. Thankfully, Trent wasn't there, or else she'll be in a bad mood again.

I was surprised when Eloisa hit my side so I glanced. “I think there are no students inside?” I asked while observing the classroom. “Your classmates went early and your section is most early!” she answered. “Really? I feel a little bit shy hehehehe” I said in a childish tone. “It’s up to you!” and she went inside to their room. Honestly speaking, this is the worst room ever here because of unpleasant surroundings and uncomfortable. This room is secluded and has been blocked by other building so no air coming inside.

I slump my shoulders as the five of us walk to class with Elina and Kathleen in front of me and Jeremiah and Caleb at my back. They make it seem like I’m a really important person. The only thing lacking with this situation is for them to wear sunglasses, earpieces and black suits. They’d be the epitome of every celebrity and rich man’s bodyguards. We arrive inside the classroom and lucky enough, Ms. Calvin isn’t there yet. That’s odd. Elina exchanges seat with Jeremiah for the meantime and gossips with me. “Niks, do you have a relative with the same hair color as you?”

That wasn't my impending problem, so who cared. Shopping went by smoothly, and then I headed to Miranda and Cole's school to pick them up. By the time I got there, parents were already picking their children up from school. It was one of the mose prestigious schools in London, specially for the elite. It was literally called 'the Elites.' It's land mass was about five acres of land with an environment well suited to a school. The walls were painted with white paint that looked kind of glossy that it almost glistened in the sun. I could see Cole and Miranda sitting together with two other children. From the looks on their faces, they seemed to be talking about something very important. I walk

“Can you two stop? One more disruption and you two would be sent out of the class, understood?” A noise spread through the entire classroom and I knew that it was mainly because she had mentioned punishing Lennox and Nerissa. They were the top Elites kids and since she was new here, she probably didn’t understand how things worked here. The top Elite Kids were above punishment and one single mistake could cost her job. Lennox’s eyes turned red and he pointed to himself. “You are going to punish who?…” Nerissa stood up, a glint of surprise in her eyes. “Yes, punish who? Do you even know who we are?”

The room fell silent, the laughter ceasing abruptly. In unison, every gaze shifted toward the entrance. There stood Felise, her presence demanding attention. The classroom transformed into a collective state of awe and amazement. Male and female classmates alike were left stunned, their voices momentarily stolen by her radiant presence. Some cheered, others whooped, their admiration reverberating through the walls. "Ezra, can we talk for a sec?" Felise breathed out my name, her voice interlacing with a hint of vulnerability and determination.

Olivia had a frown on her face as she entered into the private elevator, leading to the private classrooms. "That arrogant jerk!" She grumbled, her face squeezing up, "Who does he think he is?" She finally pushed the knob, and the soft gliding sound of the glassy door could be heard as she entered into the class. The private classroom was totally different from their normal classrooms. There were three black plush swiveling chairs, with laptops on their tables. It was incredibly spacious and exuded grandeur. Inside this same classroom, there were three separate relaxation suites for the boys.

she mused, her voice suddenly getting darker, “She is still an Elite kid, and unlike you, she grew up in the mix of the rest.” “And so did you Silver, and you didn't turn up like the rest, right?” “Yeah… right I didn't,” she trailed off, her tone a little off, “I'm just worried okay, so do be careful, that I'm going to—.” “Okay, okay, settle down you twerps, I'm here now,” Mr Cliff, voiced out cutting Silver and everyone else off as he strutted into the hall, “Class is now in session.” The class was as boring and long as always, he basically elaborated on stuff on business administration and other things that I certainly was not interested in.

We aren't on the tourist strip; we’re moving through the high-end district where the elite play. Finally, we pull up to a massive black gated academy. This doesn't look like a school for kids; it’s a fortress of marble and ivy. Alec and Matteo guide us out and through the front gates. Inside, there’s a massive arrangement of red velvet seats facing a grand stage. It looks more like a theater for an award show than a school function for kids. People in tailored suits are bubbling around—parents and guardians who look like they belong to the group of elites that can buy Earth.

I noticed Elena’s shoulders stiffen slightly. She forced a small smile, but I could tell she felt nervous under his gaze. Before I could say anything to ease the tension, the classroom door opened again as Instructor Day walked back inside. “I am back, students,” he said calmly. The class quickly became quiet. His eyes scanned the room before stopping on me. “Pendragon Eli, come take this.” I stood up and walked toward him. He handed me a laptop and several textbooks. The laptop was slim and modern, much better than anything I had ever used before.